And I hate it...it gets really annoying. If I leave my moms overnight I worry about if the cats are ok and got in that night....I worry about family members when I am not with them or haven't heard from them in a couple days and it tends to prevent me from just enjoying the moment as is for a while.

The meds I take kind of help reduce racing thoughts and stop the physical anxiety symptoms when it gets so bad I start getting those, but its still more of a problem then it should be. And finding group therapy for anything is not looking very promising all the locations are hard to get to, I could see if my mom would be able to drive me but she has school and isn't always around for that. So I am starting to feel like mental health treatment is a joke again because its like you have to climb a mountain to even get any.